Shane's Fall (The Escort Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

bought her the condo that overlooked Puget Sound and had written her a blank check to stuff it full of whatever useless, trendy crap she could. She “worked” as a part-time interior designer, but as far as Shane knew, her only clients were friends of her father’s. Their families had known each other for a few years and he and Paige had had some fun when they were in high school, but it had only been physical. She had had a great body – and knew it – and her dad had given her a BMW Roadster for her 16 th birthday which Shane got a kick out of driving, but that was the extent of it. By the time he had made it to college, the majority of his memories of Paige were relegated to the back seat of that car and twisted fuck that he was, he got more of a thrill out of the car than the girl. But two years ago she had wormed her way back into his life and now he was practically living with her in this godforsaken, white mausoleum.
    He heard his phone ding again, but ignored it and stood and walked to the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the Sound. Ironically, he’d never fucked Paige up against these windows, hadn’t even considered it. She wouldn’t go for it anyway – might scuff up the glass. He studied the street below and then raised his eyes to examine the mountains just beyond the water. It occurred to him that at some point they had stopped amazing him and he tried to pinpoint when that had happened but couldn’t. Dropping his eyes to the blue water, he couldn’t help but think it was too dark…it should be lighter, paler. Like her eyes. Somehow that was the only shade of blue he liked anymore – crystal clear and swirling with passion. He hadn’t actually gotten to see the passion, but his brain had no trouble imagining what her eyes had looked like before he grabbed her. And now it was all he could think about. That and the pure fear when he had twisted her under him and drove into her.
    It had been twenty-three days since Savannah had shattered his world with her pleasure and her pain. He’d been a coward to walk out on her in that hotel room when she was hurting, but the helplessness had been too great. His entire life was about becoming what other people needed him to be, but when she had asked for that he had balked. And it wasn’t because she was Logan’s sister or that she was too young or fresh or innocent. No, he’d been afraid, plain and simple. Afraid she would see right through him, through the person he gave to the outside world. And she’d be horrified by what she found and he couldn’t take that – couldn’t see that contempt, that disgust in her eyes.
    Scrubbing his hand over his face, he felt the sticky residue of Paige’s lipstick on his cheek and went towards Paige’s bedroom. He refused to think of it as his room, his bed. He passed by the monstrous king-sized bed with the perfectly made white sheets and comforter and went into the bathroom. More white but with a black marble vanity and black and white tiles on the floor. He stuttered to a halt when he saw the “gift” Paige had left him. She was such a bitch.
    The small, round mirror lying on top of the middle of the counter stood in sharp contrast to the dark, smooth texture of the marble beneath it. But it was what was on top of the mirror that had his insides churning. Three perfectly straight lines of powder lined up side by side on the mirror, a half-rolled hundred dollar bill sitting next to them. He swallowed hard as that familiar, metallic taste filled his mouth and his body automatically tightened in anticipation. It would only take a couple of steps, a few good inhales and he could be free.
    He moved until he was standing over the mirror. Paige only ever bought the best so he knew what he was looking at would be even better than the shit he’d tried in the past. Curling his hands around the edge of the countertop, he leaned over the mirror and studied himself in the reflection, his image broken up by the